"Derek was the one who attacked the driver," Scott said barging into Izzie's room, disregarding what Derek had said to him in their earlier conversation. After going back to the bus, he was sure he knew what was going on, and this was the perfect time to get Izzie to understand he wasn't a good guy.

Izzie groaned from where posistion on her bed tossing aside the magazine that she had been reading.

"No he wasn't," Izzie said simply.

"Because he would have just told you if he did right?" Scott asked acidly.

"Don't you have a date to get ready for? It's bowling right? The only other thing you ever did worse than lacrosse," Izzie muttered the last bit of her snarky reply.

"I'm serious Izzie. Derek told me how to remember, and I remember him being there."

"Why would he tell you how to remember, if he was the one who did it?" Izzie asked genuinely curious.

"I don't know. Stiles thinks it might be a pack thing, us having to kill together or something."

"But he's not even-" Izzie cut herself off from almost telling Scott that someone else bit him.

"Not even what?"

"Nothing. You know I was serious when I asked about the date. You should get ready; we can talk after, okay?" Izzie asked hoping Scott would leave it alone.

"Yeah, all right."

As soon as Scott was out of the house, and twenty feet away, Izzie left and was on her way to Derek's.

"You know, this being out alone at night is getting kind of old," Derek said when Izzie got to his door, letting her in to see the charred remains of the house.

"Sorry to be such an annoyance," Izzie said sarcastically, "Scott thinks you're the one the hurt the driver."

"Does he now?"

"Yep, and he was sure to tell me all about it. Well, as much as he could until I got him to shut up."

"Is that so?" Derek asked raising his eyebrows.

"I don't understand why he's so quick to blame everything on you when he doesn't know anything. I almost told him that you didn't bite him, but I changed the subject before he could catch my slip. If he wants to know what's going on, he's going to have to learn on his own. I'm not telling him a thing," Izzie said crossing her arms. "What?" she asked when she saw Derek looking at her with an amused expression.

"Do you guys always disagree like this?"

"Not until he started lying to me," Izzie said looking down, "Even when he tells me things, he only tells me half of them. I don't think he does it on purpose, he's just being protective in his own strange way," Izzie started looking around, seeing just how bad the damage of the house was.

She didn't know how he could stand to be there. His family died there, and it was barely livable even if that wasn't the case. She knew better than to say anything, but it didn't stop her from wondering.

"C'mon, I'll take you home. There is a curfew after all," Derek said, breaking into her thoughts.

"I didn't take you for a follow-the-rules kind of guy," Izzie said while rolling her eyes and walking out to his car.

"Depends on the rules," he said shortly, "I'm stopping for gas first."

"Be my guest," Izzie said not caring.

To nobody's surprise the car ride was silent. There was nothing there for either of them to say. It wasn't an awkward silence, like the first few times she was riding alone with him, yet it wasn't a comfortable one either. It was just there.

Izzie sat chewing on one of her nails as Derek went to the gas pump. She looked up when Derek opened her car door.

"Go inside and get a drink or something," Derek in a tone Izzie had never heard him use before.

"But I don't want-" Izzie started with confusion, but was cut off by Derek.

"Go," he snapped, his voice leaving no room for argument.

She got out of the car and went into the store, but she wasn't looking to buy anything. She walked around a couple of aisles before stopping to look out the window to see two cars pulling up. She held in a small gasp when she saw Mr. Argent talking to Derek. She knew he was a hunter, but it was still a bit of a shock to actually see it.

She watched as Derek clenched his fist as Mr. Argent was talking to him. She wasn't sure what he was saying, but she safely assumed that he, and the two men that were standing behind Derek, weren't having a very nice conversation. And she decided that next time Derek tells her to do something she won't be confused about it until after the fact. Mr. Argent started to walk away, but she saw Derek say something that had him turn around. She jumped and let out a quiet squeak when one of the other guys bashed in the window on the driver's side of the car.

Izzie waited until the hunters drove away, then waited a couple seconds longer before walking back outside, and standing by the passenger door of Derek's car. She looked through the window of the car, and saw that a majority of the glass had landed in her seat.

"Um, do I even want to know what just happened out here?" Izzie asked, internally cringing when her voice shook.

"No," Derek replied still clenching his fist.

"Okay," Izzie said quietly, looking down and tangling her fingers together, not really sure what she was supposed to do. She had never seen Derek angry before and the last thing she wanted to do is make it worse. So she was just going to stand there and wait until Derek calmed down, and tell her what to do.

"Are you okay?" Derek asked her.

"Huh?" Izzie asked surprised at the question.

"Your heart's beating faster than normal. Are you okay?" Derek asked finally letting his fist go back to normal.

"Yeah, it's just-well I don't- no, it's nothing, I'm fine," Izzie stumbled over her words.

"Now you're lying."

"I'm not sure why I didn't ask about this sooner, but how am I supposed to act around an angry werewolf?" Izzie asked, still playing with her fingers.

"Well first you stop doing that," he said grabbing her hands so they would stop moving.

"Sorry. That's what I tend to do when I'm nervous," Izzie said sheepishly when Derek removed his hands.

"And second, you trust that I wasn't going to hurt you."

"I knew that," Izzie said quickly, "I just don't want to say or do anything that will make you madder. I would have just gotten in the car, but almost all the glass is on my side, so…" Izzie trailed off.

Derek quickly opened the door and started brushing the glass away.

"You're going to cut yourself," Izzie warned.

"It'll heal," Derek replied shortly.

As soon as most of the glass was gone, Izzie got in to car, and soon they were headed towards her house. The ride was silent again, and Izzie was putting all of her focus into keeping her hands from doing her nervous thing. Even when Derek pulled up to the house, he still didn't say anything. As she was getting out, Izzie's hand managed to snag one of the pieces of glass that Derek missed, and it didn't bring her a pleasant feeling. Derek looked at her quickly smelling the blood, but she just smiled weakly at him.

"I'll see you later," she said heading to her house, just wanting the awkwardness to go away.

When she got inside the door, she could faintly hear Derek driving away. She sighed and went to her bathroom so she could bandage up the cut on her hand. It wasn't very large, but it was on her palm where people were going to obviously see it. She sighed again when she realized that Scott was going to ask about it, and she had to decide if she was going to tell him what really happened or not.

It was a few hours later when Izzie jumped of her bed, due to hearing her mother frantically screaming from Scott's room. She ran the few steps it took to get there to see Stiles on Scott's bed and her mom with a baseball bat.

"What the hell?" Izzie questioned at the same time her mom yelled out a "Stiles, what the hell are you doing," to which Stiles replied something about Izzie's family playing baseball. Then Scott came in, said something stupid, and resulted in Melissa walking away wondering why Scott wasn't more like Izzie.

"So what's up?" Scott asked Stiles once his mom was out of the room.

"It's the bus driver. He succumbed to his wounds," Stiles said lowly.

"Succumbed?" Scott asked.

"It means he's dead Scott," Izzie said rubbing her hand on her forehead.

"What happened to your hand?" Stiles asked, noticing it was bandaged up.

"Oh, um," Izzie started moving her eyes to her bandage, "I dropped one of our water glasses, and I wasn't being careful enough when I was cleaning it up. It's no biggie," she said trying to play it off. She knew Derek would have been able to hear the lie, but she was hoping Scott didn't know how to do that.

"I need to go talk to Derek," Scott said. He didn't see any reason to not believe Izzie, and he needed to focus on what happened to the bus driver anyway.

"What? Why?" Izzie asked out frantically, cursing at herself as soon as she did.

"To talk about the bus driver. But something suddenly tells me I shouldn't believe that story you just gave us about your hand. Is there anything you want to change about your last statement?" Scott asked, giving his best don't-lie-to-me face.

"Well there was a gas station, and hunters, and I was inside, and then there was a broken window, and Derek was pissed, and then I was nervous, and then he cleaned the glass, but not all of it, and it was awkward, and I wanted to leave, and there was still glass, and I scraped it, and now here we are," Izzie rambled out all in one breath.

"Have you ever heard her talk so fast?" Stiles asked Scott.

"No. It was kind of weird."

"Did you catch all of what she said?" Izzie raised her eyebrows as they talked like she wasn't there.

"Not entirely, but I know Derek was there," Scott replied before turning to Izzie, "We'll talk later. But I need to see Derek."

"I'm going to go to my room now," Izzie said slowly.

Izzie sat on her bed and waited for Scott to get back. She wanted to know what happened with him and Derek. As soon as she heard him come in, she pounced and asked all kinds of questions. Although reluctant, Scott talked to her. He told her about the alpha and how he knew none of what happened was Derek's fault.

"How did you know?" Scott asked.

"I just trust him," Izzie shrugged. She didn't want him to know that she already knew everything that Derek just told him.

"He told me what happened to your hand. He thinks you're scared of him," Scott said.

"Why would he think that?" Izzie wondered aloud.

"He said you practically ran to the door when he brought you here," Scott replied causing Izzie to sigh.

"I wasn't scared; I just didn't know what to do. I'm just as new to this werewolf business as you and Stiles are. There are still things that I need to learn. Derek was really mad. I knew he wasn't going to hurt me, but that didn't stop me from being nervous."

"I told him you would get over it."

"Why?" Izzie asked surprised.

"Because it's true. I almost turned in front of you, but you still treat me the same. I'm sure this will be no different."

"Does this mean you won't get mad when I'm around him anymore?" Izzie asked hopefully.

"Probably not," Scott replied after he thought about it for a few seconds.

"You're impossible," Izzie grumbled out.

"Maybe, but I'm still your favorite brother," Scott smiled.

"You're my only brother, I don't really have a choice in the matter."

"Exactly," Izzie could tell this made Scott feel smart, so she just went with it, "get some sleep," Scott said before finally walking out of her room.

Izzie rolled her eyes, a trademark when it came to her twin, and got comfortable on her bed. It took her a while to fall asleep, but when she did, it was filled with dreams of wolfs, hunters, and a whole lot of gross blood. But when she woke up the next morning, she didn't remember a thing.

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